The moment the door closed behind us, Isabelle's composed facade cracked.
"Caspian," she said, her voice low and dangerous, "go back in there."
Caspian Kane paused, his expression unreadable. "Miss Ashworth?"
"Make him suffer." Her words were ice. "Every lash Liam endured, return it tenfold. Keep him alive—but make him wish he wasn't."
I tried to speak, to tell her vengeance wasn't necessary, but pain consumed me. My legs buckled, and darkness edged my vision.
"Go," Isabelle ordered. "I'll get Liam to the hospital myself."
Caspian nodded once before turning back. As the door closed behind him, I heard Gage's first scream.
"I've got you," Isabelle whispered, her arm around my waist surprisingly strong as she guided me toward the waiting car.
Each step was agony. Blood trailed behind us, marking our path through the dimly lit corridor.
"Almost there," she encouraged, her voice cracking with emotion. "Just a little further."
